Hello everyone, this is my first venture in the world of writing, the most I have done before this was short stories for a class project, and I was inspired to finally put some ideas im my head by the fine people in the discord server for Michael Afton: Outlived Purpose, check it out, we have almost 100 people at the time of me writing this, anyway, please forgive my bad writing, this is my first try.
Where am-what happened? Last I remember was that kid, running in front of th-
What was that sound? Footsteps?
"Jake? You okay? You hit your head pretty bad."
Jake…That was-is not my name…is it? Why is everything fuzzy?
"Jake!" I snap my head towards the speaker, a long, black-haired woman, I have no idea who she is, or why she is yelling…my name? Or why she is so big?
"Umm…" WOAH, why is my voice so high pitched?
"Jake, is your head hurting? All you need to do is tell me, okay?"
Okay, think. What is going on? Im..small? And my voice is high pitch…I am a child….Fuck.
Might as well gather info.
"W-where am I?" God I hope that stutter was decent
"Silly, you are in bed. Don't you remember me carrying you?"
Well shit, I don't have the faintest clue as to who I am or where I am, gonna have to play the amnesia card
"Who are you?" The woman heard those words and went totally silent, her eyes getting puffy and threatening to cry.
"You remember me right?" I remain silent and tears start flowing
"Jake…you remember me right?" I look at her as she breaks and starts to cry
I wish that you never had to cry, I just don't know where I am, and pretending like I know who and where I am would be caught and raise suspicion.
"Why are you crying?" I say, knowing full well why she is sobbing in front of me
"I-I….my baby." She is full on sobbing in front of me, I think she realizes that I am…well, she feels like her 'baby' 'died' as her 'baby' will not have any memory of her…I am truly scum for making her cry like this.
I stand up and nearly fall over, a sense of dizziness falling over me, I put my hand out to stop my fall, and nearly do, but I still faceplant, turns out, this body still has that head injury, or at least, this body has anemia.
The woman, I still don't know her name, sees me fall and rushes over to help me
"OH! Jake, are you okay?" I raise my head to say something, but that head injury rears it's head again and my world is dark
I open my eyes, they are dry and I feel a weight on my chest, my….Mother is by my bed, laying her head on my chest.
I take a deep breath and smell that distinct smell of disinfectant and despair, a hospital
Oh dear, apparently that head injury got me in the hospital, this sucks, now I have to stay here, for god knows how long.
What the- these machines…they are so…old. And this hospital looks nothing like the ones I know, those were pure white walls, why are these brown? I only knew this was a hospital because of the gown and the machines I am hooked up to, what is going on?
Apparently something heard my prayers as a nurse came into the room and saw me awake, and got pretty excited, for some reason.
"Mam, he's awake!" The nurse's yell roused my mother and she locked eyes with me, they were full of worry and sorrow, like she did something wrong and that's why I 'don't remember anything'.
"Jake, honey. Do you remember anything from yesterday?" I shake my head, not lying as I do not remember what happened
The nurse gives my mother a look and walks out, having done whatever she came here for.
"Jake, the doctors think you have…..amnesia."
"Am..neesia?" I say knowing how to say it well, but I gotta act like a kid
"It means you forget things."
I see a doctor enter the room and my mother quickly stops talking, as the doctor starts
"Jake here has suffered a concussion and we think he may have suffered memory loss.
, do you mind if I speak with your son alone?"
My mother, now known as leaves the room after a nod to the doctor.
"Son, my name is Gabriel Davis. I am going to ask you some questions, if you don't know the answer, you don't need to say anything, okay?" I nod and he begins
"Do you know your mother's name?" "No." "Do you know your name?" "...Jake."
The doctor takes notice of my slight hesitation and continues "Can you name the current president?" I stay silent, I don't even know the year let alone have the memory to know the president "Okay..What month is it?" I am again silent 'You know the year, right son?
I can only keep my mouth shut as I haven't a clue, and I don't want to say any weird answer.
"Alright, I think we are done here, I am going to let your mother back in, I hope you get better, kid."
Doctor Davis leaves and my mother enters soon after, we don't talk much, she just looks sad and mumbles about how this is her fault.
We spent the night like this, her not talking much and me doing the same.
I don't know how much time passed, it could have been a few days, or a month, but I am finally being discharged! No more gross food, no more ugly brown wallpaper, no more nagging nurse, simply freedom
Me and mom get home and start talking, apparently my birthday is in a few days, not sure why she kept bringing it up.
"Tomorrow is your special day honey! I made sure to get your favorite cake, it's chocolate."
Great, chocolate cake, yet another thing that sucks about having a completely different life, people don't know what you like, but hey, maybe these new taste buds won't be overwhelmed by the amount of chocolate?
"Don't be sad that no one from your class will come for your day, you will have your favorite friend here with you."
I lay down in my bed as I pondered what she said. What does she mean friend? I don't know anyone, and those brats from school; were the reason that I was hospitalized..who is 'my favorite friend'?
After a few minutes of fighting sleep, I succumb to it, and embrace sleep
I am disturbed from my pleasant dream by the harsh glare of the sun through my curtains, I yawn and stretch, it was one of those stretches that makes your whole body spasm.
Anyway, I get out of bed and go downstairs, my mom having decided to start celebrations early, as she will be going to work and won't be here to wish me happy birthday later in the day.
"Happy birthday honey! Be sure to get the door for your friend when he gets here, I know how he is your favorite." I hear her talk with someone using the landline when she thinks she is out of earshot
"Can't believe that they charge $20 an hour to have it come here, might as well just go to the restaurant…but then I would miss work, gonna have to settle for this, too bad I won't see his face when he sees him."
She won't even be here when this mystery man arrives, talk about being a bad parent, well, she is a 80s mom, they let kids do fucking anything, oh yeah, speaking of 80s, I AM APPARENTLY 40 YEARS IN THE PAST. Not much I can do, but invest in smartphones and the internet.
Mom hangs up the phone and leaves the house, apparently sure that her 9 year old son is fine to be alone. Unless that mysterious guy is coming here soon.
Nope, a whole hour goes by and nothing, no knock, no doorbell, nothing, just me eating the cake for my birthday and sitting on the couch, bored out of my mind, the shows on the T.V. Make no sense, and are not fun, the only good ones are those old Looney Tunes shows…I guess they are not old though, they stopped airing a few years ago, so I guess they are pretty recent.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
I jump hearing the sudden knock on the door, going to the door and speaking through it. 'Hello?"
"Birthday package for a…. ."
I open the door and see a tired looking man holding a clipboard, he just shoves the thing in my hands and waits for me to sign it, I do and he grabs it and walks off, coming back wheeling a huge box into my house, before walking off into his truck and driving off, not even letting me get a word out.
I stand in the doorway of my house, in bafflement as he just leaves so quickly, before closing the door and locking it, and facing that huge 8 foot box.
This can not be good, I have to get this thing out of my house
A loud clunk sounds from the box, before a panel falls off, revealing…IS THAT FUNTIME FREDDY?!
I don't even have time to think as the thing's eyes snap onto my position, normally, I would be perfectly fine, but according to Baby, the funtimes count the number of people in a room.
I AM ALONE
The robot turns it's head around and scans the room, maybe even listening for anyone else in the house. It seems pretty sure that it is just us as it takes a step towards me.
I flick the lock open and pull the door as hard as I can and it doesn't even matter, Freddy put his foot against the door and made my efforts futile, his chest opens as he grabs me, his insides are a chaotic, yet organized mess of wires, I don't have much time to admire the mechanics as I am engulfed in darkness.